05-04-2011, 12:48 PM
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| Mooncalf
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SPOILER!!: Renée and Jeremy<3 Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger  Curling her feet carefully underneath her, in her seat, Renée looked over as Jayce Cannon walked up to the table, looking sheepish. "Did you lose something, Jayce?," she asked the Gryffindor with a welcoming smile, before discreetly checking under the table to see a puppy contentedly making a meal of one of the other professors' shoes. Yep. Definitely was a good idea to hide her own shoes. They may not have cost a lot, but she was still female. Her shoes were precious. Although she wondered what would happen when the puppy was found out. She'd wait to double check that the puppy in fact belonged to Jayce before she said anything. Keeping her feet out of reach. Quote:
Originally Posted by Lislchen
His attention still mainly on Elle, Jeremy unfortunately failed to hear the Woof! from under the table. Or maybe he had subconsciously heard it but the time it took his brain to put two and two together - meaning that Woof! normally meant Dog nearby! - it was already too late. He could feel pressure on his shoes. Which was rather weird because who or what would be sitting on his shoes?!
Shifting one of his feet slightly, the pressure still wouldn't go away. What was that?! With a small confused furrow of his brow, Jeremy slowly moved back in his seat slightly to be able to look under the table. And what he saw made him get up and jump away from the table, taking his chair with him. A DOG! Holding his chair in a way that it was between him and the dog under the table, Jeremy just stared at it, completely oblivious to embarrassing the whole situation probably was. "Whose is that?!" And how long would it take them to get rid of it?!
Blue eyes wandering up to the Divination professor, Jayce blinked. "Lose something?" he repeated her. "Why.." no professor, was what he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it because he was trying a new thing out. Telling the truth. ".. Yes," he said with slight difficulty along with a sigh. Opal wouldn't have run away from him, but Woody on the other hand.. he was a trouble maker. No use in hiding it now. He bent over slightly and glanced under the table once again rather quickly. "Have you seen a-" But he was quickly cut off by the outburst of yet another professor. Whoops.
With a slight sheepish grin still upon his face, Jayce winced slightly as his eyes were directed at the Muggle Studies teacher, Mr. Zookara. The seventh year slowly raised his hand. "Err.. Mine, sir." he frowned. Was the professor AFRAID of little harmless Woody? Smirk. CHOMP. CHOMP. Woody was HUNGRY. The puppy growled slightly at the moving foot and the loud noises coming from up above the table he was under. Why did people talk so much and so loudly? It made his ears hurt. So, momentarily he sat up and scratched his ears with his paws and let out a rather large yawn for such a small puppy.
Just as Woody was distracted, THE SHOE WAS DRAGGED AWAY! Puppy!frown. Now on all four paws, the puppy eyed the moving shoe. He bowed slightly, waving his little tail in the air before hopping forward and pouncing on the tasty shoe. MIIIINE!
CHOMP. CHOMP.
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